Wednesday, April 24, 2013

As a child, I loved reading fairy tale stories. Cinderella, Snow white, The Little Mermaid, all drew me in. I guess that's another reason why I write romance. Imagine my delight when I was speaking with fellow author Nikki Prince and she mentioned her latest novel was coming out TODAY and the story line was patterned on a familiar fairy tale favorite, I got excited. The concept has been done before but her story line REALLY stood out. It was so awesome, I have picked it to be the very first Author Spotlight on my blog.
I am not only a peer of this writer, I am a fan as well. Let me introduce you to Nikki Prince and her fairy tale with kink!

WAKING BEAUTY

Blurb:

Aurora Devine's libido has been asleep for over eight years. She's had the curse of not being able to have the big O since running away from her master Felipe Santiago Castro. The last time she came at the hand of a man it was with Felipe. Fearing what would happen if she let go with him completely she'd run.
Convinced the only way she will find peace of mind and pleasure is to go to Once Upon a Dream Fantasies she signs up for a time of pleasure asking for everything she'd lost eight years before to be fulfilled in a fantasy.
Felipe would show her that he was her only fantasy. He'd do anything to have her back in his life as his submissive. He'll play along and give her the fantasy she wants but in the end she'd realize that her submissiveness called to his dominance and they were a matched pair.

Excerpt:The quiet continued on for a few moments longer before finally she couldn’t stand it any longer.“Are you there?”“Yes, Beauty, I’m here.” The voice was deep and the accent Spanish. They’d given her what she wanted. It wasn’t Felipe, nonetheless he’d do. She could pretend it was him. Only Felipe could make her come. The fantasy, if kept alive in her mind and in her heart, would make everything okay. She had to believe that. She couldn’t continue the way she was going. Hopefully just dreaming of Felipe as she was being touched would be enough.She let herself live in the fantasy. This wasn’t a random stranger: it was her Felipe and he’d come back for her.“I see you followed all of my instructions to the letter with exception of one.” His voice was stern and she squirmed.“I…I...”She heard the tsk-tsk that he gave. “Don’t bother to explain. I told you there would be consequences, didn’t I?”“Yes, but?” How on earth did he know she’d touched herself?“No buts, Beauty. When I give my word I mean every bit of it. So you will be punished. There is no other way around it. I give what I promise.”His words exhilarated her and at the same time scared her. This was what she wanted and he was going to give her exactly that. He reminded her of Felipe in so many ways. “Now … do you understand, beauty?”“Yes, I understand…” She didn’t know what to call him. From what she could hear he was moving about the room and he hadn’t tried to touch her yet. It was making her antsy.“You should know what to call me. What did you put down on your paperwork?”“I put Amo and señor.” Those two words were what she’d placed on the form. Amo and señor were what she used to call Felipe. Amo meant master and of course señor meant sir. She did say she wanted this to be as real as possible. This place didn’t half step at all. They followed everything that the client wanted.“Then that is what you call me when you address me, Aurora. Is that understood?”“Yes, señor, I understand.”“Perfecto, my beauty.”Damn, she really could believe it was Felipe. The accent was to die for. She let out a startled gasp as she was picked up by strong hands and held against an even stronger feeling body. In the next moment she was laid across his lap on her stomach. His fingers swept over her lower back where she had her tramp stamp.“What a beautiful tattoo, Aurora.”“I got it on a whim, señor.” It was vines on either side with thorns and a rose that dipped into the middle near her ass.“Briar Rose,” he whispered softly. His words were so light that she almost thought he was talking to himself. His fingers traced lightly over the tattoo and then there was a stinging slap to her ass.“What are you doing?” She couldn’t help the startled gasp that escaped her as the sting from his palm resonated through her whole body. Her words were given in her shock.“I think you know what’s happening.” His palm rested on her bare ass and she squirmed.“Stay still.” The command was given and she immediately obeyed. His large hands stroked slowly over her ass.“What instruction did you disobey, Aurora?” All the while he rubbed his hand over her bare bottom as he spoke. It was soothing as much as it was delicious.“To not touch myself.”“That’s right, my beauty.” She squealed from the first smack on her ass by his palm.“While you’re here, this is my ass, my pussy and my breasts.” With each word he slapped his hand against her backside, making her moan. Her butt was stinging from the spanking. Granted, it was in a pleasurable way. This paddling didn’t repulse her. In fact, she wanted more.“Do you understand beauty?”He gave her another rapid succession of slaps against her bottom. She found herself rocking her body into his lap.“Yes, yes, señor. I understand fully.” Her ass was burning as she was being spanked as if she were a petulant child, and she loved it. Each slap set off an electric current of sensations that went straight to her clit.

Whew!!!! Do you see why I had to feature this fairy tale on my blog! I also have another surprise. This story is just one book in a series of kinky, sexy fairy tales!!! I don't know about you but I can't wait to read the rest of them. Be on the look out for the next stories in this series.

Want to know more about Nikki? Here's her Bio:
Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn't appropriate.
Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.
Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director. She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Bronte Montoya was cursed with lateness. She was late being born, late to start school, late to her prom, late to her wedding, and from the looks of it, she was going to be late to her divorce.

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Roman Ernesto Montoya looked at his expensive watch. He was going to be late. The elevator was nearly full and would likely stop at every floor on the way up. When a guy carrying a bunch of shiny, silver-backed balloons hopped on, his mood darkened. This month used to be a special time for him and his wife…used to be. So far she had refused all the flowers he’d sent to her and turned down nearly all his calls and invitations to meet. They’d only spoken twice in two months.

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The elevator bounced once and then stopped. Ernesto waited a moment until he felt safe moving.

He could only partially see her face but he knew who she was. Her hair was totally different, parted down the center and falling in a cascade on both sides of a beautiful oval-shaped face, which had been his morning Renoir for the last ten years. He’d seen that face filled with joy when they’d gotten married, contorted in pain during the birth of their children, wrinkled in concern when he was feeling ill, and awash in ecstasy as he bought her to pleasure during their lovemaking.

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Hanging up, Ernesto looked over to Bronte whose body was silhouetted by the glow from the buttons. It was amazing how far away she seemed even in the tiny elevator. He’d done that to them, all in the name of protecting what he now realized didn’t really matter. If he lost his family in the process… If he lost Bronte…

You are not going to lose her. All this will be over, today. Then the hard part begins, he assured himself.

“So, what do we do now?” Her voice was clipped as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked forward.

Ernesto could see her stiffened spine in the soft lighting. It was then that he fully noticed all her changes. Gone were the soft, feminine pant suits, and comfortably low heels. In their place was living breathing sexiness. To his dismay, Bronte had lost a good bit of weight since he’d last seen her. He’d always rejoiced at her curves, loving the slightly protruding flesh of her belly and her curvy hips, which led into thick thighs. Her breasts were small and flat, more nipple than anything else. Bronte hated her breasts, always wanting them to be bigger, fuller. Ernesto preferred them the way they were. He loved the way her nipples jutted out, so prominent and bold. Perfect for his tongue to flick and suckle, perfect for him. Bronte was the quintessential pear shape and he relished sinking his teeth into her juicy goodness. The thought of tasting her lips and sucking her large nipples, which were nearly obsidian against her dark brown skin, had his mouth watering and his cock stiffening.

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I'm Gynger Fyer (pronounced Ginger Fire) and I pen Interracial/Multi-cultural romance and erotic fiction. Like my name, I like my stories to be bold, spicy and fiery!

I am an avid reader and fan of romance and erotic fiction.Writing has always been a passion of mine. I believe it's important to follow your dreams and passions so here I am.

Love, Romance, Relationships and yes, Sex are constant themes in my writing because I believe in being open to the beauty of them. I am intrigued with the journeys we embark upon in the pursuit of Love, Romance, Relationships and Sex. My goal as a writer is to introduce you to characters who are on their journey to find that which is unshakable, unfailable and true.

I love and respect life and all of it's contradictions. I seek to use those life experiences in my stories. For me, it all starts out with one question..."WHAT IF?.."

As stated in "The Matrix" movie..."It's the question that drives us." So, I'm in back seat with my laptop, just seeing where the questions take me.